(Minghui.org) I was raised by my grandmother. I had a very intelligent younger brother, but I was not very smart, and my parents worried about my academic performance. We both were very obedient children. Although our parents were factory workers, they set very strict, occasionally harsh moral standards for us.
Because of my grandparents' influence, I believed in gods. My grandparents were very good people. Even though they had barely enough for themselves, they aided others time and time again. They received blessings all the time. During a particularly difficult time, they were even blessed with the “treasure bowl” from folk legend, which refills itself with whatever is placed inside. Their bowl was miraculously refilled with rice overnight, every night. During the Japanese invasion of China, bullets and bombs were somehow deflected away from their property if aimed in that direction. Although Japanese were in their village, they never touched my grandparents' home. The villagers who believed in gods and knew of these miracles sought refuge in my grandparents' home.
I was not smart, and my father did not like me. He was very strict with me and favored my brother. When I was eight years old, I hit my brother during an argument. My father beat me and told me, “Whether it was your fault or not, I will beat you again if you ever lay a finger on your brother.” I held a deep hatred for my father after that, and I decided that when I grew up, I would not let him forget what he said to me.
After graduating in 1991, I got my first job in a hotel. I changed, becoming more sophisticated. I often brought valuables home from work. My parents tried to stop me at first, but soon things were out of their control. I quarreled with them every day, and my voice could shake the roof. To my mother's surprise, I even started to complain that I was born into such a mediocre family. It only took half a year for me to slip away from being an obedient child and for society to wipe out my parents' nearly 20 years of guidance. My mother said to me, “You've changed.”
My Entire Family Practiced Falun Dafa and Was Blessed with Miracles
My mother and I visited my aunt in northeast China in 1996. My aunt introduced Falun Dafa to my mother and suggested that I read the books, too. While I was listening to the audiotapes of Master's lectures, I heard Master say:
“Therefore, when he succeeds in cultivation in the future, he will get whatever he wants just by holding out his hands, and he will have anything he desires. He can do anything he wants, and there is everything in his paradise. That is his mighty virtue that is cultivated through his own suffering.” (Zhuan Falun)
I was delighted: “Ha! This is what I want to cultivate!”
But my true understanding of Falun Dafa began with the improvements in my mother's health. My mother had more than 10 fatal illnesses, including diabetes and heart disease. She would take medicine all day long, and she was losing her hair because of it. For a while, she even needed help turning over in bed. But after she started practicing Dafa in September of 1996, her diabetes and a few other diseases disappeared within two months, and all of her ailments had disappeared within six months.
I was amazed. How could she recover when Master was never physically with her? She was like a new person.
The most unforgettable instance for me was when she told my father her biggest secret. She called him over and told him: “I have been married to you for many years. We have quarreled since we were young. Little by little, I've secretly saved 30,000 yuan for myself in the event that we separate. I have been saving since the days when I earned very little money. But I practice Falun Gong now, and I have learned that I am wrong to keep doing this. Spouses should trust each other. What I have been doing betrays that trust, and it's wrong. So, I am explaining the whole truth to you now.” She then handed him the 30,000 yuan.
My father was surprised and overjoyed. My mother's practice in Falun Dafa not only helped her recover from her illnesses, lifting that burden from my father, but it also brought to my father a harmonious family life. Even though he was a member of the Chinese Community Party (CCP), he attended the practice site and Fa study group and offered his testimony: “Falun Dafa is great, and it is miraculous.” My stubborn father also began to practice, and as a result, he completely recovered from hepatitis B and gained 20 pounds.
Witnessing the changes in my family, I also began practicing Falun Dafa in October.
I was a key employee at work. Because I was cultivating Dafa, I considered others first in every situation, and I always maintained professional etiquette and ethics at work. My boss appreciated and trusted me, and I was promoted to assistant manager. One time, a machine broke, and my boss got angry, asking, “Why is the new machine broken? Those on the shift when the machine broke will be held responsible.” I answered, “It broke during my shift.” Even before I could offer an explanation, he said, “It's okay. It's okay since it broke during your shift. I trust you. You may apply for whatever cost is needed to repair it.”
There was an opening for a manager position. Although I was obviously qualified, an unpopular person was instead promoted. Others did not like him and questioned the decision. As a practitioner, I tried to give up my attachments. He did not know many things that we, his lower-level workers, knew. When he asked me about things, I patiently taught him. I cooperated with him at work. When he gave wrong instructions, instead of challenging him or letting it play out to wrong results, I quietly corrected it in my work. He occasionally gave me a hard time intentionally, but I returned his actions with the kind heart of a practitioner. After some time, he came to see the way I treated him, and he began to get along with me.
Touched by the mighty virtue of Dafa, 13 of my coworkers became practitioners.
Looking Back on the Fundamental Changes in Myself
I was a volunteer at the local Dafa practice site, so I was on the CCP's wanted list after the persecution of practitioners began in 1999. I was forced to leave my home, and I became homeless in July 2001. I then started my Fa-rectification cultivation practice – clarifying the truth and saving sentient beings.
After a year, I ran into an old classmate from middle school. He gave me the news of my father's death, and I grieved. Before practicing Dafa, I had hated my father. But after practicing, I saw him in a different light. Dafa had totally changed me. He came to be a very good person in my mind.
My father was very family-oriented and held deep respect for filial piety. He had given his entire salary to his parents from a young age so that his five siblings could get an education and establish their careers. One of my aunts was sick when she was a teenager, and there was no cure. My grandfather thought that she had died one day, so he buried her. When my father heard of it, he ran to the field where she had been buried and dug her out. She was indeed still alive, and he had saved her life.
I recalled my childhood experience: “Whether it was your fault or not, I will beat you again if you ever lay a finger on your brother.” What he was telling me was: As an elder brother, I should be respectful of him. I had hated my father for so long over this, but I did not give even a penny to my parents when our family was in the most difficult of times.
In the year before I left home, my father and I would chat often. He told me of his experience as a train conductor when he was younger. He told the stories with pride, and I was fascinated. For the first time ever, I felt so close to him. It was Dafa that healed my biggest family wound, settled everything with benevolent solutions, and brought harmony to the relationship between my father and me.
Concern for the Lives of Those Who Persecute Dafa
About four years after leaving home, I met up with my mother with a friend's help. Seeing that her hair had turned gray, I was somewhat shocked. She told me that the police had harassed and persecuted my family after I left home. They tried to catch me even while my father was dying in a hospital. Some of my neighbors, who used to be very friendly with us, even helped the police. I worry for those lives – for they will meet with retribution.
For those who are blind to the truth, I want your eternal side to take a look at Falun Dafa. We as practitioners simply practice being good, but we have been unjustly persecuted. When the cosmic Fa-rectification comes to the human world, all evildoers, past and present, will be wiped out. There is no neutral ground between good and evil. Gods must abandon you if you choose to be “neutral,” because a life that cannot even recognize good will not be allowed into the future. For the sake of your precious life, please understand the truth of Falun Dafa, withdraw from the CCP and its affiliated organizations, and break away from the CCP's horrible binding oaths; otherwise, it will be too late when retribution comes.
I ask for fellow practitioners' mercy and corrections for any shortcomings. Heshi.
